Sliding Doors
Who doesn’t wish their life wasn’t like sliding doors? Having the opportunity at the different endings certain choices you made through your life would have created. I have always thought that might happen to you when you die, you see all the crossroads and the journeys you would have had, if you had chosen differently.
It would be absolutely fascinating to see what your offspring would look like, where you’d live, what career path you would have taken, who you’d marry, what your interests would have been, whether you’d be satisfied and happy and what your priorities would have been.
We posted an article on the Womens HQ Facebook page last month about Mothers of Boys and having 2 sons myself, it has always been my observation that Mums with sons are kindred spirits. I often wonder if I had 2 daughters how I might be different and Mums of daughters maybe bond more with other Mums of daughters.
I would be attending Ballet instead of Basketball; High Teas instead of High Jump; Riding School instead of Rugby and we would be watching My Little Mermaid instead of My Bad Grandpa.
I would probably have to curb my cussing and maybe dress more like a lady but I wonder how different I would be. I think there might be more pressure to be a role model and walk the walk and maybe more conflict. Saying this I wouldn’t swap mine for the world as you know, but it’s a curious
riddle which we probably will never know the answer to.
By all accounts, boys are easier to raise…..so say mothers of daughters. I was once told by a man with daughters that it was no different whether you had daughters or sons…..what rot.
I have witnessed little girls sitting still, colouring in – sitting still – quietly – inside – without running, fighting, eating every 10 minutes, and without bouncing a ball. I have heard they don’t throw cow poo, sand, balls or sticks at each other hourly. I hear they don’t sweat like a horse, have smelly shoes full of dirt, suffer broken bones regularly, and try to engage in dangerous activities regularly – the more dangerous the more fun.
Yes, I know all girls aren’t always doing the above – I said I have witnessed it. I am yet to experience it personally.
Saying that, I have just this morning at 5.30am while driving my youngest to the rugby bus had the most hilarious conversation and a heart swelling with pride moment as he greeted and was greeted by his mates. I then rushed back to take my tall strong hard working eldest son to work and again I felt enormous pride in his work ethic, his determination and his healthy handsome appearance.
And I thought, you know, these boys did their time, they sowed their wild-oats, they were ‘spirited’, rambunctious, healthy and free in a safe environment in their early days and although we have spent many hours in emergency rooms, and exhaustion was a way of life, they were totally engaged in life – they were boys.
They give me so much pleasure most of the time, and I know they would always step up to protect me if needed. I think most mothers of sons would feel the same the same way. Not being a boy and not knowing how they think, I am sure that at times they, like me, highly doubted their parenting skills only to find nearly two decades later that what you put in your get back out – whether they are boys or girls and that most of the time, they all turn out ok.
I have heard mothers of sons enjoy wine more too but again, there is no proof ….
